Civilization has made man, if not always more bloodthirsty, at least more viciously, more horribly bloodthirsty.

By interpreting freedom as the propagation and immediate gratification of needs, people distort their own nature, for they engender in themselves a multitude of pointless and foolish desires, habits, and incongruous stratagems. Their lives are motivated only by mutual envy, sensuality, and ostentation.

One could never judge a man without seeing him close, for oneself.

And though I suffer for you, yet it eases my heart to suffer for you.

My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.

In such situations, of course, people don't nurse their anger silently, they moan aloud; but these are not frank, straightforward moans, there is a kind of cunning malice in them, and that's the whole point. Those very moans express the sufferer's delectation; if he did not enjoy his moans, he wouldn't be moaning.

Power is given only to him who dares to stoop and take it ... one must have the courage to dare.